The raise of Maureen Smith and her Good Luck System-Chapter 52 - Things have changed

Bianca felt a chill gust of wind and shivered all over her body.

Looking up again, Liam was already departing shoulder-to-shoulder with two other boys.

—

Could that be Liam?

Or just a coincidence?

Bianca found it hard to believe that the esteemed heir of the Williams family, Liam, would target her, a mere girl, because of Maureen.

==========

Liam never liked to participate in physical activities during breaks at school, and the head of student discipline couldn’t do anything about it either.

So every day when there was break time physical activity, he always lay down on the table hugging his small pillow, sleeping.

Once Maureen finished her physical activities and was going back, she was passing the Evergreen classroom building when she was suddenly halted: “Maureen!”

Mr.

Logan, the teacher was panting as he caught up from behind: “Why are you walking so fast?

Walk and talk.” “What’s wrong, teacher?”

Teacher Logan responded: “I just received some news.

Apparently, our school got an extra place in the hundred schools this time.”

Maureen was shocked: “Really?”

Maureen’s heart started racing, unable to contain the excitement on her face.

If A-middle school has an extra spot, does it mean her chances of participating in the hundred schools competition has increased a bit?!

“Yes, the news is accurate.

I’m going to help you relay this to Teacher Brown from the Gold Medal class.

There’s a chance you might be chosen,” Logan said.

Without waiting for Maureen’s reaction, he hurriedly continued climbing the stairs, heading for the office to find Teacher Brown, sweat dripping off him.

Maureen stood rooted to the spot for a while, calming her emotions, before she continued up the stairs.

She couldn’t be overly hopeful; if she were not chosen for the competition, her spirit would surely plummet.

This was something her grandmother had taught her: to keep a low profile.

Teacher Logan could not be considered as an information hub at the school.

If news had reached him, other teachers from different classes would have known about it already.

The students from both the Gold Medal class and the Evergreen class had probably heard about it as well.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is frёeweɓηovel.coɱ.

“Holy shit, Elizabeth is right after all, our school did get an extra quota!

She always seems to be one step ahead,” Ethan exclaimed, putting down the experiment in his hand.

Seeing Richard rolling up his sleeves, silently assembling several small grey robots with a cold expression, a pile of assembled parts already on the table.

Richard probably didn’t go home again last night, instead sleeping in the lab.

Ethan couldn’t help but say,” Richard, with your current level, winning the national championship should be a piece of cake.

It won’t be a waste of energy if you have a girlfriend.

Elizabeth is pretty good, she can do ballet, and her grades are good.

You two together would be a perfect match…”

“Shut up.” Richard’s face was frighteningly cold, but his hands never stopped working.

“Ethan awkwardly kept silent.

He then refocused his attention on the completed parts that Richard had assembled.

Ethan then looked again at the timing board hand-written by Richard.

He wasn’t sure if his perception was off, but the frequency of Richard’s errors seemed to have increased significantly over the past few days.

It seemed to have started from the day Maureen said, ‘I don’t like him anymore’ in the corridor.

Ethan suddenly sensed something.

“Or maybe—” Ethan suddenly said: “You should try to get Maureen back?

The two of you are actually quite compatible.

Except for her average academic performance, everything else about her is pretty good.

Besides, her grades are slowly improving…”

Ethan looked up at Richard’s face.

“Shut up, or I’ll throw you out,” Richard said with no obvious change in his expression.

Ethan looked at Richard’s hand again.

And Richard’s hand didn’t stop.

… However.

It was blatantly clear, he had connected three circuits wrong.

The red and blue were completely reversed.

Richard’s cool brows were knitted tightly, yet he didn’t seem to notice.

“It’s over.

Ethan thought.

It’s really over.

The news about the extra spot had also reached the top class.

Cassie of the Evergreen class was always ranked nineteenth—the edge of the competition quota, just a step away.

But suddenly, there was news that an EXTRA quota was added.

Wasn’t that her spot for certain?

She was so thrilled that she immediately went to find her head teacher, Mrs.

Miller was actually her aunt—and on top of that, Mrs.

Miller was being pursued by Teacher Brown from the premium class.

Given these relations, Cassie couldn’t imagine who else besides herself would be the one filling the newly added spot.

Before the announcement, everyone in the Evergreen class had already started celebrating Cassie.

Previously, always ranked nineteenth and one step away from taking part in the competition, and now she finally had a chance to join.

“Today, at the corridor entrance, I even saw Maureen from the International class talking with her class teacher about the new quota.”

Someone in the Evergreen class said, “What is that International class’s teacher—Logan, even thinking?

Could he possibly believe that the new quota could be Maureen’s?”

“Even if Maureen scored seventeenth once, her overall performance is far behind all of us in this class, okay?”

Speaking of this, they started to mock,

“The International class is just like that, from the teachers to the students, all stuck in their foolish dreams.”

Bianca quietly kept her head down doing her homework, and turned to glance at them.

Thinking Bianca was warning them not to badmouth Maureen, they immediately shut up.

School host, inter-school competition…

Bianca clenched her pen, thinking, at least she would win these two things on her own.

…

However, on Thursday afternoon, to everyone’s surprise, a bombshell exploded in this building.

The final name announced on the list was Maureen.

===========

When this news broke out, it spread through the entire building like a common cold.

Everyone gaped in disbelief at this piece of news.

Even Logan was dumbstruck – he had requested the gold medal holder, Teacher Brown, but he never really held out hope for it!

The students of the Evergreen class repeatedly confirmed: “Is it really Maureen?”

“Go downstairs and see for yourself, her name is printed in black and white on the list.”

The Evergreen class was practically having PTSD over these three words, this name.

“This isn’t fair!”

“Why is it Maureen?

In terms of grades, the 19th place student is Cassie, why was she brushed off just like that?”

“Is it backdoor dealings again?

I’m so pissed!” One person stated:

“And I heard this opportunity was specially applied for our school by Professor Logan, but the school just rashly gave it to Maureen.

Professor Logan is the fairest person, he would be furious when he finds out – how much money did Maureen spend, oh no, I mean, how much money did Liam spend for her?”

Cassie, hopes dashed, tears streaming down her face, sobbed on her desk, to the discomfort of the whole Evergreen class.

The Evergreen class was about to take the matter to the school counsel.

Not just the Evergreen class was making a fuss, Miss Miller also felt it was unfair, chasing after Teacher Brown in the office asking:

“Why was this opportunity given to the international class?

You know these chances are highly sought after, why wasn’t it given out fairly?

It should’ve been Cassie’s!”

“Who do you expect me to question?

The head of the disciplinary committee said so,” the student challenged.

Mrs.

Miller started to suspect Liam, too.

“Is the Williams family trying to threaten us with their donations again?

That’s so low!”

“No, I must find the head of the disciplinary committee!

If it concerns a student from our class, I absolutely must fight for her!”

Meanwhile, the international class was in an uproar.

However, it was a joyful clamor, filled with prideful remarks like,

“Regardless of how angry you are, the quota still fell on Maureen from our class.”

During the break, a few students from the regular class went to the international class to stir trouble.

A boy from the international class, one of Liam’s lackeys, rolled up his sleeves at the classroom entrance, swinging his scarf in a provocative manner.

“Who’s up for a fight?

I dare you,” he challenged with fervor.

The scene was nothing short of chaotic.

“It’s so noisy,” Liam, who was inadvertently caught in the crossfire, took one glance outside.

He was tired yet unable to sleep.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise, then laughed.

Turning to Maureen, he said, “I’ve never asked the head of the disciplinary committee to assign the quota to you.

I won’t take credit for something I didn’t do.” “Uh…”

Maureen was taken aback as if a huge donut had suddenly hit her, leaving her dazed.

She suspected this could have something to do with Professor Logan – she had braved the rain to take his grandson to the hospital when he suddenly fell ill the other week.

But would Professor Logan really go to such lengths to help her simply because of that?

Impossible, wasn’t it?

In her past life, she had never experienced such good fortune!

Maureen tried her best to stay calm: “I’ll wait and see for a bit longer.

It might be a mistake, just like with the monthly exam scores.”

Meanwhile, the shouts from the students outside from the regular class had become louder and were mostly aimed at Liam.

“Liam, don’t think you can trample all over the Evergreen class!

Do you understand how significant a competition slot is?

You just nonchalantly grabbed it away?!”

“Liam, what kind of skill is it to buy a slot with money?

If you’re really capable, buy a slot for your girlfriend, now that would show your real ability!”

Liam: “…” Girlfriend???

Liam doubted if his ears had heard correctly.

He hastily googled on his phone to check what derogatory language was being used.

After taking a look, the anger on his face lessened by half.

Maureen and Niel watched as Liam’s ears inexplicably turned red: “Aren’t you angry?”

Liam slapped the table symbolically: “I’m very angry indeed.”